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Damien Duke was bored. He sighed looking at the clock at the back of his High School classroom. "Ugh...I swear, It's like the clock is moving, slower!" He looked to his good friend, Asritha, attentively paying attention. She seemed to be the only one who actually paid attention. Not only that. But she actually liked Advanced Mathematics. She stared back at him and flashed him a quick smile, then went back to copying the calculus equations off the board. He blew his dark brown hair out of his eyes. Physical Education was in 10 shorts seconds. 3....2...1! Damien fixed all his stuff and ran through the door.

He slung his backpack strap over his shoulder and spotted his friend, Jamal, in the hallways. "Sup, man!" He high fived his friend. "Aye Jamal, I was just trying to get out of that torture lab they call Math Class." They bother laughed at that one. "I'm just ready to shoot some hoops, and get a practice game going before tonight's first championship game. We have had a clean season, but our rivals at Goode High ain't no joke. I should know, I just transfered from there 3 weeks ago." Jamal sighed. "And you are already most popular guy in school. Big surprise there."

Damien patted his friend on the shoulder. "You are pretty popular too man. Everybody loves the school's prize point guard!" Jamal nodded. "Yeah, but your skills are always on fleek! Any game you play in, it's like you can't lose. You are like the freaking God of Victory! Damien strained at that word. God. He didn't know why and tried to shrug it off, but that word always had a weird and familiar ring to it, though people barely used that word around him. Damien laughed nervously and shrugged it off. "Heh heh, yeah..." Jamal stretched and adjusted his straps on his pack.

"Man, I am thirsty!" Jamal saw a kid walking by with a Dr. Pepper in the side pocket of his backpack and swiftly grabbed the bottle and wiped the top and drank from it. The kid didn't even notice his drink was gone until he reached the end of the Hall and wanted to take a sip. Damien countered, "And you are so good at swiping things, I could say you are the God of Thieves!" Jamal laughed and high fived Damien as they rounded the corner and strolled into the locker rooms. The basketball team cheered. "Aye! It's Damien Duke!"

"DA-MI-EN! DA-MI-EN! DA-MI-EN!" The guys cheered. Jamal nodded at Damien with a goofy smile as he took off his shirt and replaced it with his jersey. "With you on our team, tonight we can expect another win for the Champions. C'mon, hurry up!" Jamal replaced his skinny jeans with a pair of Adidas athletic shorts. He slipped his feet into a pair of KD7s and jogged to the gym. Damien flipped his hair out of his eyes and ran his fingers through it. He changed into his jersey and put on a pair a Air Jordan Retro 3s.

He ran onto the court. He had taken some time to change. They were already playing. The team split into two. One half wearing home jersey, the other half wearing the away jersey. Damien looked down at his white jersey with the school logo of two swords crossed over a shield with the word, 'CHAMPIONS' printed along the top. He was wearing the white jersey. He was on the Home Team. Jamal was about to get the ball stolen away and desperately passed it to Damien at half court. Damien shrugged and shot it. Swish.

The team watched in awe for a moment before a big cheer came up. Shots weren't very hard for Damien. He could swish a full court buzzer beater with the whole team guarding himself easily if he had to. No doubt. He found himself victorious in everything! Cooking, cleaning, sports, book writing, drawing, sword play, video gameplay, and even Mathematics. He had straight As, A+ to be exact in every subject and he was barely even breaking a sweat. Don't get him wrong now. It's not that he doesn't try. He just doesn't have to try hard.

The score. Away : 2 /// Home : 76. Damien closed his eyes and turned backward at full court and flung the ball over his shoulder. Swish. Just then, Coach Anderson jogged in. He said, "Damien, Jamal! Come with me. Let's go! Hussle, baby, hussle!" A nice Mercedes Benz awaited them. They all got in the car. Including Coach Anderson. "Coach, why are you coming and, where are we going?" Coach mumbled to him while pulling out of the parking lot, "Somewhere you'll be safe..." Jamal and Damien shared a perplexed look, but didn't question him.

Everyone assumed he was half psycho. As they drove along, Jamal eyed a $50 Bill. He reached for it deadly silent, using his best technique. He second his finger touched the green paper, Anderson said, "Don't even think about it. You think you can sneak something by a saytr?" Before Jamal could give Damien another quizzical look, Damien pointed to his Iphone. In the search bar, he entered, "saytr" and tapped on Wikipedia.
Damien squinted and mumbled to himself, "creature of Ancient Greek Mythology...."

He looked at an image. A man with goats legs and hooves and two little horns sticking out of his head. Did Coach Anderson have horns? Damien couldn't tell, he always had a Cleveland Cavaliers cap on. And goats' feet? Maybe, he was wearing high tops and pants that covered his legs. Jamal eyed Coach, and then the phone image and cracked into a toothy grin. "That's a good look for him, " He whispered. He pushed his long black hair out of his eyes. Damien nodded. "Yep, He his half crazy." Jamal nodded. "No doubt, bruh."

Damien continued, "I know I got ADHD and all but c'mon Coach Anderson! I can tell the difference between a human and a goat!" Coach Anderson ignored him and the car stopped and sputtered. It started to steam. There was a valley that descended into something more, but Damien couldn't see at this vantage point. Coach said grimly, "Get outta the car. Something is here..." He got out. Damien slipped his phone in his pocket and got out of the car on the left side, Jamal getting out on the right. Coach stared out, unmoving. Then, a beast screeched and lumbered toward them."

Damien and Jamal recognized the animal. At the same time they said, "Cyclopes." Coach nodded. "Ight kids, stand back!" Coach lunged at the beast and kicked it in the jaw. It reared back. He kicked off his shoes revealing hoods and ripped his hat off revealing horns. Damien almost hurled. He pushed his hand over his mouth, his cheeks inflating and changing to a greenish color. Damien swallowed. "He wasn't kidding!" The beast picked up the saytr and put on hand on the head and the other around his legs and snapped all the bones in the middle of his body.

He shrieked in pain. "Damien! Take this!" The saytr flung a bronze plated flashlight at Damien. He caught it. "A flashlight?" Jamal's face was actually serious for once. "Maybe the cyclopes's eye is sensitive to light. If you shine the focused light from that thing in his eye, maybe it can back off." Damien nodded. He aimed it at the creature's eye and pushed on the switch. Instantly, the bronze flashlight transformed into a knight's sword. Completely made of bronze. Though there was no light source on a gloomy day like this, the sword glowed.

Damien was so shocked he almost dropped the sword. Jamal, despite the serious situation, was back to his relaxed, laid back jokester ways. "Dope! Whoa! That is officially the coolest flashlight EVER!" Jamal eyed the sword with a mischievous glint in his eye. Damien looked to the Cyclopes nervously staring at the demigod. He was scared before, but now that he saw the blade, he was probably thinking, 'Crud, this kid means some serious business now.' Damien flicked his wrist. The beast stepped away.

Damien, though facing no problem processing all this info being ADHD, focused on his task. The ran at the beast and kicked it in its thigh and stabbed it in its neck. It turned to dust. "What the---" He turned toward Coach Anderson. "What just happened?" Coach put a hand on his shoulder and motioned down toward the valley. Down in the center was a camp! The cabins formed the shape of the Omega, "Ω." Satyr Anderson answered, "You are a demigod, you just killed a monster, and that knight's sword it a celestial bronze blade called Αντιτορπιλικό, the Destroyer. Now tell me, how does it feel to be a demigod?"